Dear Hangover ~
Over Spring Break I was at home and my friends and I went out to the bars. We live in a small town so, like Madison, everyone more or less walks to the bars and walks home after. It was two-for-one Jaeger bomb night at our favorite bar, so my friends and I stumbled home at bar time barely able to walk. One of my friends was so bad that when we walked past the local McDonald's he insisted the Ronald McDonald statue outside was looking at him weird.\ He proceeded to go up to the statue, talk trash and punch the statue in the face. We had a fun time explaining that one to the emergency room nurse.
Sincerely,
Fists of Fury
Dear Hangover ~
I was out at the bars on a Thursday night and started talking to this guy. We were leaving the bar and walking down the street when a large group of people poured out of the bar next door. Two girls came flying out of the middle of the pile and threw each other on the ground. They were throwing each other against cars, pulling hair—the works. I thought it wasn't going to get any more intense, until the guy I was with went in to try to break up the fight and the two girls started kicking his butt for getting in their business. After having a good laugh, I let his pansy ass go home alone.
Sincerely,
Hollaback Girls!
Dear Hangover ~
I go to the SERF every day because I'm trying to get in shape for summer. On Tuesdays and Thursdays there is this really hot girl that always runs on the track. I wanted to go up and talk to her, but I thought I should build myself up a little first. I decided to use the punching bags next to the track with one of my friends to impress her as she ran by. When I was working the bag everything was going very well—I caught her looking over a few times. Then it was my turn to hold the bag for my friend. He is a lot stronger than me, and I was not really paying attention, so when he took his first punch I flew backward and landed on the floor. Of course she was watching and laughed hysterically.
Sincerely,
Rocky\
